Date: Thu, 29 Jan 2004 16:14:42 -0800 (PST)
From: Larry Davis <larry76712@yahoo.com>
Subject: Betrayed by a Fried/High School

This story is attached as a Word Text File, and also
embedded here. It is High School.

Betrayed By a Friend

By  Larry76712

Waylon and I had been friends since I was in the 9th
grade and he was in the 8th -- sleeping over at each
other's house, double dating and hanging out. While I
thought I was straight, I soon realized that I loved
Waylon. He played football and went with a girl who
never put out, and who frequently cheated on him. He'd
take Karen home on a Friday night and then come over
to my house and we'd talk about what a bitch she was.
This continued for years, and we eventually confided
in each other that we loved each other like brothers.
I kept my secret that the love I had for him was more
obsessive than the love for a brother.

One night after after we turned 18, a particularly hot
date, he picked me up and we went for a ride. We
stopped at a 7-11 and paid an older dude to buy us a
12-pack of beer, which we took out in the country by a
stock tank where we had gone hunting before. After
drinking and listening to him bitch, I tried to
console him and put my hand on his shoulder. He moved
into me and I took that as encouragement and I pulled
him fully against me. Soon he had worked himself on
top of me and was humping me in the crotch with his
hard cock. I moaned and he stopped and looked at me
and asked me if I wanted it. I knew better, but I was
so hot and so I told him yes.

We got out of the truck and he took off his shorts and
shirt and pulled me closer and then put his hands on
my shoulder and pushed me to my knees. His 7-inch
uncut cock was flat against his hard stomach and
leaking pre-cum like a faucet. I licked his stomach
and then pulled his cock down and took it in my mouth.
Waylon gave me a few instructions: watch your teeth,
try to swallow it all, lick the bottom side of it.

It took me about 10 minutes to learn to suck cock and
then I KNEW I was in love. He kept moaning and calling
me "baby" and I thought the feeling was going to be
mutual. Then he came. I counted six distinct squirts
which I swallowed, and still it leaked cum in my
mouth. Then he pulled it out, pulled up his shorts and
gruffly said we needed to go. All the way home he was
quiet, and he refused to talk to me about it.

The next week, he avoided me in school and didn't call
and when I called he wouldn't talk. I figured I had
lost my best friend and because I loved him, I was so
hurt that I spent a lot of time sitting in my room in
depression.

Then one Saturday night he showed up at my house like
nothing happened and asked me to go for a ride. We
drove in silence back to the remote stock tank and he
got out of the car and sat on the hood. I joined him,
and we talked a little bit about what had been
happening. Then he leaned back against the windshield,
raised his butt a bit and pulled off his shorts and
was laying there naked with a soft, fat dick, about 4
inches in length.

"I know you want to suck my cock, and it's taken me a
while of thinking about it to realize that you've
always been hot for my meat. And I realize that you
feel about me like I feel about Karen. At first, it
really pissed me off, but the more I thought about it,
the more I decided it would be okay to have my own
cocksucker if you promise not to tell anyone."

I couldn't believe he called me a cocksucker, and I
started telling him that I had never sucked anyone
else and wouldn't have sucked him except for the beer
and to make him feel better after his date. I went on
and on until he reached out and bitch-slapped me
across the face.

"Get over here and suck my cock -- and do it now!"

I crawled up between his legs and swallowed his soft
cock. As it grew in my mouth, I realized I wanted to
be his cocksucker -- anything to keep him. So we went
on like this for 6 or 8 months: me sucking him when he
wanted it, but him not calling or talking much to me
between times. I didn't care so long as he came to me
when he really needed me. I was stupid enough to think
that we would eventually get back to our pre-queer
closeness.

Eventually Waylon gave up on Karen and started dating
a slut named Diane. She put out for everyone who
wanted it, and Waylon was drilling her regularly. That
meant I seldom saw him. Then one Friday night he came
by with Diane and said let's go for a drink. Instead,
he drove out in the countryside and parked and we all
got out. He put the tailgate down and we sat on it and
Waylon started talking.

"Diane's a great fuck, but she can't suck cock worth
shit! I really loved having you suck my cock, and I
want you to show her how to really take care of your
man. I told Diane that you've been blowing on demand
for months, but she didn't believe me." By this time,
he had unzipped and pulled his cock out and it was
already mostly hard.

Because Diane was sitting there looking at me, I
started yelling at him that I wasn't a faggot and
didn't know what he was talking about. He did it
again: he reached out and bitch-slapped me again --
not once but twice. Then he took off his clothes,
pushed me onto my back in the back of the truck and
climbed up on my chest.

"Now watch this and get it right," he said to her as
he pulled my head up into his crotch. I just gave up.
I've never been able to say no to Waylon. I sucked him
like the cum pig I had become and forgot about her.
Soon I realized that she was naked and kneeling behind
my head so that Waylon could work her nipples and kiss
her while I sucked him. He blew a huge load, but never
stopped pumping and he never got soft. He rode my face
for another 15 minutes before unloading in my mouth
again. He pulled out enough to put 2 or 3 squirts on
my face, and made Diane lick me clean.

By Wednesday of the next week, people were starting to
look at me funny in school, and from time to time
would snicker when I walked by. The next day I started
seeing notes about me in the restroom, and by Friday
other guys started forcing themselves on me. That
weekend, one guy came to my house and demanded that I
suck him in his car right in front of my house.
Another guy showed up before the first one left and
took me for a ride. I sucked him twice.

Waylon showed up when he got fed up with Diane and we
went for a ride. He told me couldn't believe what a
queer I had become. I actually started crying. We
stopped and he pulled me over into his arms and kissed
me, forcing his tongue into my mouth. We made out just
like a boy and a girl for 5 or 10 minutes when he said
we should get in the back of the truck and get
comfortable. We got naked and he was sitting on my
chest feeding me dick when he moved down on top of me
and we kissed some more. Soon he was between my legs
with his cock rubbing my ass.

"I know you want to ride the pony, don't you? Your
mouth is great, but your ass needs my cock. You were
born to suck and get fucked by real men, and I want to
take your second cherry."

I told him no, but he just kissed me and started
finger fucking me. He got a finger in, which felt
pretty good, but when he added the second one it
started to hurt. After a few minutes it wasn't so bad
and he added a third one. Then he pulled them out and
before I could say anything, he put his cock in my
asshole and started pushing. Now Waylon's cock is fat.
I don't think it's the size of a beer can, but it was
fat and it hurt. I couldn't even breath it hurt so
bad, but he finally got the whole thing in and just
held me, kissing me for a few minutes before he began
to fuck. I begged him not to cum in my ass but he told
me I was going to love having his hot cum shooting on
my insides and that I would love feeling his seed in
me the rest of the night. He soon shot, stayed hard
and fucked me again. Both times I could feel the hot
cum filling my ass.

"Isn't that great," he said after the first cum. "I
gave you enough sperm to get you pregnant. Wouldn't
that be something if you had to finish school with a
big pregnant stomach and everyone knowing you had been
fucked?"

He took me home, kissed me before I got out, and
promised me that it was going to be our secret. As I
walked to the door, I could feel the cum leaking out
of my ass into my underwear and jeans. By the middle
of the week, he wanted it again and told me to meet
him after school in the parking lot. When I got to his
truck, he was there with Jeff, a guy who had come to
my house a week earlier and demanded a blowjob. I
hoped he wasn't telling Jeff, but when I got there,
both of them were smirking at me.

"I told Jeff what a great fuck you were and he wants
to come along and drill you too," Waylon said. "I
didn't figure you would mind since you love getting
fucked so much."

"Yeah, bitch," Jeff said with a laugh. "I think I'm
just the first of a whole group of guys who want a
piece of your ass."

I looked at Waylon and asked him how he could do this
to me. He just laughed. We drove out of town aways and
I got fucked by Waylon and sucked Jeff, and then they
switched places and I got fucked by Jeff. His cock was
not nearly as wide and was only 6 inches long, but he
was much more of an aggressive fucker than was Waylon.

My life was never the same. I continued to put out for
Waylon and Jeff and a dozen other guys on a regular
basis. Soon the teachers knew and then other adults. I
was sure that my parents knew, but they didn't ask me
about it. My English teacher made me do him in the
classroom on his conference period, and a janitor
fucked me in the maintenance closet as I leaned over
the mop sink.

I guess Waylon was right -- I was born to take cock.